They walked to the scene of the wreck. One of
the cars had been burnt up but the conflagration was
now under control and a wrecking crew was already
at work clearing the tracks so that they might be used.

“Anybody hurt?” asked Joe of a train hand.

“Yes, two men killed. They were riding
between the cars.”

“Tramps?”

“They didn’t look like tramps. But
they hadn’t any right to ride on the freight.”

“Where are they?”

“Over in the shanty yonder.”

With a queer sensation in his heart Joe walked to
the little building, accompanied by Bill Badger.
A curious crowd was around and they had to force their
way to the front.

One look was enough. Gaff Caven and Pat Malone
lay there, cold in death. They had paid the penalty
of their crimes on earth and gone to the final judgment.

CHAPTER XXX.

CONCLUSION.

“Let us go away!” whispered Joe, and moved
out of the gathering without delay.